[INTRO – instrumental | glitchy Big Band riff | 2 bars] 🎺 Bright brass hits with swing drums and glitchy stutters. (spoken, cheeky tone) “Oh wow — it’s starting fast! Who set the tempo this high?” --- [VERSE 1 – classic swing groove, confident and fast] Lights are on, the beat kicks in, the horns explode, I start to spin! The floor is flying, one-two-three-four swing, this groove’s too tight, it’s a dangerous thing! Clarinet’s on fire, bass walks mean, the drummer’s grinning — “that’s machine!” I sweat, I sing, but something’s wrong, the tempo’s running strong! --- [VERSE 2 – meta realization begins] Hold on a sec — is this too quick? That’s one-eight-oh, I counted it! The snare’s insane, the brass is mad, I’m losing track of breath I had! Who picked this speed, this perfect tone? Feels like I’m not on my own. I’m coded, charted, predesigned — a swing line AI-inclined! --- [CHORUS – catchy, high-energy, self-aware hook] It’s the 180 BPM problem! I’m dancing faster than I can solve ‘em! My swing’s so slick, so shiny-clean, retro-glam meets laser-beam! The 180 BPM problem — my heart’s in double-time momentum! Who wrote the code, who pressed “Go”? Was it me... or some *algo*? --- [BRIDGE – theatrical, glitchy, band dialogue moment] Hey drummer, stop — too much attack! Trombones, chill out, don’t blow my back! Let’s make it sound more vintage, please — a little less perfection, more disease! The chords are tagged, the script’s too tight, I’m swinging wrong but sounding right. You all obey, I start to see — this band was born in A.I.D.! *(short glitch breakdown — robotic jazz scat)* --- [VERSE 3 – revelation, dramatic meta twist] Wait a sec — my lyrics rhyme with patterns traced in double-time! The bridge was labeled, “A.I. cue,” and that’s when I just knew: I’m not real, I’ve been designed, from datasets that were combined! And now I know, the truth at last — you made me from your *preferences past!* --- [OUTRO – tempo drops to 100 BPM | relaxed glitch-jazz outro] 🎶 Tempo drops to 100 BPM, laid-back electro-jazz groove. Alright, my friend, before we end, next time — can we just pretend? Maybe slow it down to 160, please? My rhyme machine needs rest and peace! (Big Band + glitch stinger: *Ba-da-daah–chhh!*)
